One of the only things I dislike about working at the radio station is our location out in the country, or, as the program director often puts it, “In the middle of a @#$% cornfield.” Working a 4 pm to 12 midnight shift is nice except when the backdoor swings shut just a few minutes into the new day and you’re by yourself in the middle of Central Illinois. Freaky. There could be wild dogs out there.

Today there were. I arrived just before 4:00 and almost ran over a scruffy-looking, dirty white thing that resembled a giant mop sans-handle more than a puppy. There were two identical mutts, actually, and they hounded me (intended) as I juggled my laptop bag, soda, bottle of water, plastic dinner bag and backdoor key. My attempts to shoo them away verbally were only successful for one of them, but I managed to sneak in without inflicting a canine invasion upon the studios.

Upon arriving inside, I was greeted with three pieces of news:
A.) The dogs had been there all day. Or at least since around 8:00 AM.
2.) One of them is blind.
D.) The other is deaf.

Wow. Hopefully they won’t be there when I go to leave. Not that I fear them - they’re not vicious. Just annoying.